Sunday, January 24, 2010

30 Weeks

Since I just passed the 30 week mark, I suppose it's time for a photo update! I forget that my belly is growing and growing. Every time I see a picture of myself, I think: "Is that really me?" In my mind, I think of myself as having the same figure I had pre-pregnancy. That must be why I keep trying to fit through too-small spaces and bumping my belly with doors and drawers. My waist now measures 40 inches. I'm wondering what it will be by the time I reach 4o weeks...

Latest Sewing Projects

We finally got our camera fixed, so I took some pictures of my latest sewing projects. The first is a diaper bag for my cousin. It's in the same style as the one I made for my sister-in-law and for myself. However, I increased the size by 1/2 inch all the way around, so it's a bit roomier.

What are those yellow things, you ask? Why, they're diapers. Cloth diapers. I've been experimenting with sewing fitted cloth diapers. And the cousin I made this bag for has agreed to test them out on her baby. I ordered a pattern I found online and have been playing around with it. At this point, once I have the fabric and supplies cut out, I can sew a diaper in 3o minutes. And I'm enjoying it! I wasn't sure if it would be fun or not, but the diapers are so cute, I'm excited after finishing each one.

My main concern is that I don't know how well they work. So I'm hesitant to invest too much time in making too many. I've selected a couple of different fabrics for the interior lining, so I will be able to see which I like the best. For most of them, they are made out of non-waterproof fabric, so a waterproof cover will be necessary. The yellow ones above, however, are made with waterproof nylon. Time will tell if they really are waterproof.

And here are a few pictures of the non-waterproof ones. I'll let you know how/if they work.

Friday, January 15, 2010

White Coat Syndrome

It would appear that I have "white coat syndrome" as it's fondly called in the medical world. Either that or I consider medical tests a reflection of my character and worth and feel worried that I will "fail" if my results aren't where they should be.

It's kind of humorous to think of having white coat syndrome since Dan owns and wears white coats as part of his work attire, and it's not uncommon for me to see him with one on. I even wash them and make sure they're nice and clean for him!

Each time I have an OB appointment, they take my blood pressure, and we discovered that if it was taken before the appointment, it was high but if taken after the appointment, it was normal. Well yesterday it was high before and after the appointment, but later in the evening - at home - when Dan checked it, it was back to normal.

I was nervous at my appointment yesterday because I had taken the infamous glucose screening for gestational diabetes. I felt really really nervous for some reason, and when the medical assistant called me for my regular appointment, I forgot to remind her to save the blood pressure reading for after the appointment until it was too late. My b.p. was really high then, and so I felt even more uneasy.

So the real questions I had to ask myself were: why do I get so nervous and "worked up" about these medical tests? Why do I consider them a reflection of my character?

I hate to fail. I really do. And somehow I've equated medical evaluations with tests that I pass or fail which then reflect on who I am as a person. This isn't a new thing for me really. I first thought about it in college, actually. In an undergraduate health class we were to check our resting heart rate to see if it was in the healthy range. As soon as I knew what the goal was, I thought "what if mine isn't healthy? that will mean I'm not doing everything right. oh no!" and my heart started racing, so my resting heart rate was ridiculously high. It's a vicious cycle. I get nervous - it skews the results - I get more nervous because I wonder if something might be wrong...and so on.

So what am I trying to do about this? I'm trying to just LET GO of my fears, my expectations and my belief that my worth and character are based on my performance.

After all, I really don't want to have to face more tests in order to rule out any real medical concern.